Novel-novel oleh Inked Angel

My cheeks went hot."Can we not talk about it?""Why?" she asked. "Are you embarrassed?""Yes, Ella. I'm embarrassed."The answer came too quickly. I hated that it was true. Hated even more that embarrassment wasn't the only thing twisting my stomach. There were parts of that night I remembered far too clearly, things I had no business remembering at all. Things I wanted to do again. With her. Right now."You really wanna forget it?""Yes."She took another step. Close enough now that I could see the faint sheen of her lip gloss, the way her chest rose and fell beneath the thin strap of her tank top."So you hated it?"My stomach tightened. That was the part I didn't want to answer. Because I hadn't hated it. I had loved every second of it."Ella—""Was I really that bad?"I closed my eyes and remembered the way her tongue had flattened against the underside of my cock. The way she'd moaned when I grabbed her hair. The way she'd swallowed every drop and then looked up at me with that

I stared at her for a moment before looking around the study again. Empty. My father wasn't here. The bastard wasn't even in the country. So why had I never considered the possibility that she was lying to me?I looked back at her. "Then why the hell did you tell me he wanted me here?"A slow, infuriating smile spread across her face. "Because that was the only way I could get you home."My jaw clenched.Of course.She'd known I wouldn't come if she'd simply asked. She'd known exactly which button to push, and she'd pressed it without hesitation. She'd used my father because she knew his name alone would be enough to get me through that door.And like a fucking fool, I'd walked straight into her trap."You manipulated me.""Yes."She didn't even bother denying it.Something tightened low in my chest. I stepped farther into the room, and the moment I did, the space between us seemed to shrink.Up close, she was impossible to ignore. My eyes caught on her face before I could stop them,

I pushed the door open and headed straight for my father's study.I expected the house to be quiet. It usually was during the day, especially on a weekday. My father worked too much to spend much time at home, and even when he wasn't working, he rarely stayed around. These days, he was usually somewhere with Astrid instead—on vacation, at some expensive resort, or wherever else newly married couples went when they had money and nothing better to do with it.I couldn't remember the last time he'd simply been home. I couldn't remember the last time he'd called me, either. Actually, that wasn't entirely true. I could remember calls about practical things. Documents. School. Something he needed signed. Things that required my attention, not because he wanted to talk to me.I couldn't remember the last time he'd called just to ask how I was.The same went for texts. We didn't have conversations. We exchanged information when necessary and left it at that. Sometimes days, even weeks, went b

I must have really lost my mind.Doing that with Ella? That was fucked up on so many levels because, as much as I didn’t want to admit it, Astrid was my father’s wife now. And that made Ella my stepsister. A sister. I had just done that… with my own sister.The thought made something twist painfully in my gut. I wanted to tell myself it was a mistake, that I hadn’t been thinking straight, that things had simply gotten out of hand. But even those excuses felt pathetic because I knew the truth. I had known exactly who she was. I had known exactly what she was to me. And yet, I had still done it.That was what fucked with my head the most. I felt sick thinking about it now, but I couldn't deny that, in the moment, I hadn't wanted to stop. Admitting that made the guilt settle even deeper, because it meant I couldn't blame everything on losing control.I had made a choice.And now I had to live with it.I pulled off my glasses and rubbed at my swollen eyes. They ached from staring at the s

Her fingers were warm and sure as they closed around me, wrapping my length with a confidence that sent a slow, dizzying rush through my head. She held me like she’d been waiting for this exact moment; firm enough to make my hips twitch, gentle enough that every nerve lit up under her touch."You’re—" She looked down at what she was holding, and her breath caught. "You’re really big. Bigger than I imagined." Her voice dropped lower, almost a whisper. "God, you don’t know how much I’ve thought about this. If you did I don't know if..."She didn’t finish the sentence. Instead she stroked upward slowly, from the thick base all the way to the sensitive tip. Her thumb circled the head in a slow, wet swirl, spreading the clear bead of precum that was already gathering there, smearing it over the flushed skin until it glistened."You’re kidding," I managed, staring at her. "All that time… you were thinking about me like this?"She nodded."But you hate me."She didn’t stop stroking. If anyth

"I said get off." My voice cracked on the last word."Mmm." She didn't move. "You keep saying that. But your hands keep doing something else."She was right. My fingers were still digging into her hip, holding her there. Holding her against me like I was afraid she'd disappear.She leaned down and her mouth stopped an inch from my ear."Do you want me to stop?" she whispered.The question landed somewhere deep in my chest. I could feel her breath on my neck. I could feel every inch of her pressed against me. I could feel my heart beating so hard I was sure she could feel it too."No." The word slipped out before I could stop it.She pulled back just enough to look at me.For a few seconds, she didn't say anything. She just stared, her eyes moving slowly over my face as if she'd suddenly noticed something she hadn't before. The little silver studs along her lower lip caught the light when her mouth parted, and I could see the tip of the tiny barbell on her tongue when she ran it though

Kasey’s POV The afternoon sun cast a golden glow over the reception, but the warmth I felt was entirely from the man beside me. We were finally husband and wife after two long years of waiting. My white dress still felt a little unreal against my skin, and every time I looked down at the simple gold band on my finger next to Landon’s, my stomach did a happy flip. This was it. Us. Forever. I spotted Darren and Ilya across the room, weaving through the crowd. My heart gave a quick, surprised squeeze. They actually showed up. I lifted my hand and waved them over. They noticed almost immediately and Darren nudged Ilya slightly before they both changed direction and made their way toward us. By the time they reached us, Darren was already smiling faintly. "Congratulations, you two." He beamed. "You came!" The words left my mouth before I could even stop them. I moved instinctively, stepping forward to him but Landon’s grip tightened, pulling me back against him before I could ev

Landon's POVI stood at the end of the aisle with my chest tight as hell, trying not to lose it right in front of everybody. Tears kept building up in my eyes no matter how much I blinked them back. I couldn’t help it.Fuck. Do not cry. Do not fucking cry.But Christ, she was a vision. The dress she was wearing wasn’t some puff of frothy lace. It was sleek like poured cream and hugged every curve I’d memorized in the dark. It had these long sleeves that went all the way to her wrists with delicate pearls that caught the light every time she breathed. The neckline dipped just enough to make my mouth go dry, and the skirt fell in a smooth, clean line to the floor, making her look like some elegant statue that had decided to walk. And the veil. A fucking cloud of tulle that hid her face from me, making me want to rip it off with my teeth.My eyes darted to the tiny hurricane in front of her. Hazel. Our two-year-old daughter. She was a perfect mini-Kasey from her riot of brown curls to t

Kasey’s POVHis lips pressed against mine softly."God, baby, you’re awake," he breathed against my mouth. "I’m so fucking glad. I thought—""I’m okay," I whispered, cutting him off before he could finish whatever dark thought had been sitting on his chest. I lifted my arms and hugged him as best as I could, wincing slightly when the IV line tugged at my arm."Are you hurt?" he asked quietly, pulling back just enough to look at me. His eyes moved all over my face like he was checking for damage. "Does anything hurt? Head? Stomach? Tell me—"Before I could even open my mouth to answer, Darren cleared his throat from the chair beside the bed."I’ll go grab the doctor now that you’re here," he said, already heading for the door."Thanks, man," Landon said without looking away from me.Once the door clicked shut behind Darren, Landon leaned in again and kissed me deeply. It felt like he was trying to make up for lost time, like every minute he’d spent thinking he might lose me had been bu

Kasey’s POVFor five days, I had lived with the quiet certainty that Landon was looking for me.It was the only thing that kept me from breaking completely. Every hour that dragged by, every time the door opened or footsteps echoed down the hall, a small part of me held on to that belief. He wouldn’t stop. He wouldn’t give up. He would find me.But I never thought he’d show up so soon, and definitely not like this: tied to a chair looking helpless while his uncle circled him like a shark.It almost felt like they had lured him here on purpose. Like they used me as bait and he swam right into the trap. My heart ached every time I caught a glimpse through the cracked door. I strained to hear what they were saying but their voices stayed low and muffled. Snatches of angry words floated in, but nothing clear enough to make sense of the back and forth.Then that bitch Kendra walked in. I watched her lean down and spit in Landon’s face before smacking him hard across the cheek. The sound of

"You don’t mean that. He’s still your brother. Why the hell do you want to see him lose everything?" I muttered under my breath.Andrew stopped pacing. His face twisted like I’d slapped him. "He made me lose everything too, you little shit," he snapped back. "I’ve spent years trying to pay him back. Ambushed his shipments, sent shooters after him and his whole damn family. Hell, I even risked going after William Antonellis himself, hoping the attack would wipe out Vince’s heir so he’d know exactly how it felt when he stole my life from me."My hands curled into fists against the ropes."You sick bastard," I growled. He leaned in closer. "But your old man’s been too fucking lucky every single time. Slipped through every trap. Until now. Look who’s got the upper hand, nephew. Me."My stomach turned over. All those attacks that took my brothers from us… this bastard had been behind them the whole time. Every funeral, every scar, every night I stayed up wondering who the hell was gunnin

Landon's POVThe first thing that hit me when he walked in wasn’t fear.It was confusion.I didn’t know who the hell I had expected to see but it sure as hell wasn’t him.For a split second, my brain told me it was my old man.Same height. Same build. Same sharp jaw. Same eyes that looked like they’d already judged you before you even opened your mouth. It was like staring at a version of my father that had been dragged through hell and left there a little too long.But then I actually looked at him and everything in me went cold. Because it wasn’t him. It couldn’t be.My dad didn’t look at people like that. Not like they were something to break apart just to see how they worked. Not like they were already dead and just hadn’t realized it yet.This man did.I had never seen my old man’s twin before. I heard stories, yeah. Bits and pieces. Enough to know he existed. Enough to know he was bad news. But seeing him in the flesh? It was like someone had taken my father and twisted somethin

Raven's POVI never saw Dominic again. Not since that day, when I’d run from that room feeling like my skin was on fire.For the first week, I became a ghost in the club. I memorized his schedule, or what I thought was his schedule, and made damn sure I was anywhere but there. If he usually checked the stockroom at ten, I was serving drinks on the main floor at nine-fifty-five. If he took his lunch in the back office, I’d be on my break, hiding in the staff bathroom with my feet on the toilet seat so no one would see my shoes.I was waiting for the other shoe to drop. Every time my pager buzzed, my heart tried to crawl out of my throat. This was it. He was calling me to his office to fire me. Or worse, drag me in there and make me look him in the eye while he told me exactly what kind of monster I was. I pictured it a hundred times; the cold stare, the way his jaw would lock, that low dangerous voice saying I’d crossed a line no one comes back from. Part of me almost wanted it. At le

Andrei shrugged, completely unbothered. That cocky grin was still in place. "I remember Bree because she's my favorite. The girl has got skills and she knows when to keep her mouth shut. And Pixie? I remember her because the dumb bitch tried to get into cahoots with your enemies. Nearly fucked you over with that information she was feeding them. I had to clean that mess up quietly, remember? So yeah, I keep tabs. It's my job, cousin. Your dick's business is my business when it threatens the empire." He said. I opened my mouth to tear into him again, but the soft click of heels interrupted. The flight attendant was back.Her blouse was still doing its best to contain her, and she’d unbuttoned one more button since the last time. It was subtle, but not subtle enough. She stopped beside my seat, leaning just enough that I caught the edge of black lace under white fabric."Gentlemen," she said. "We’re approximately thirty minutes from touchdown at Teterboro. The captain has turned on th

Dominic’s POVI lounged back in the wide leather seat of the Gulfstream and took a long swig of my drink. The steady hum of the engines drilled into my skull, reminding me of the fact that I was trapped thirty thousand feet in the air, away from the city’s grime and my own fucking thoughts. Andrei was sprawled in the seat beside me, already halfway through a glossy magazine featuring a spread on Italian supercars, a glass of whiskey balanced on his knee as he flipped the pages with lazy interest.We were somewhere over the Atlantic, headed back after handling some messy business in London, and instead of feeling relieved, a tight coil of anxiety kept winding in my chest. The closer we got to the city, the more my mind drifted to the club, and the less I wanted to walk back through those doors.The flight attendant appeared from the galley, with a tray balanced perfectly on one hand. Brunette,big tits straining against the tight white blouse of her uniform, and a pretty face painted j

I froze then smiled a little, thinking maybe he was teasing me. "What does it look like I’m doing, genius?" He shifted again, a shallow hitch catching in his chest before he could smooth it out. His fingers flexed where they rested at my lower back, the pads of them pressing in and easing off, like he wasn’t trying to move me at all, just checking that I was real. That he was real. "Why are you on top of me? Naked?" He asked. I blinked, still catching my breath, my hands resting on his chest. "What do you mean?" I murmured, a small smile tugging at my lips despite the chaos around us. But then he shifted, propping himself up on his elbows, and his eyes dropped between us. I felt him tense and very muscle locked up at once. He propped himself up on his elbows, staring down at where we were still joined. His cock had gone soft inside me, but the sight of it, of his cum starting to leak out around the edges, made his whole body go rigid. "Jesus fucking Christ," he muttered. Befo

So why did my chest ache with a pain that had nothing to do with vengeance?The look on his face kept pulling at me. That raw, unguarded agony. It unsettled me in a way I didn’t understand and cracked something open where rage was supposed to live. I had spent so long imagining him as a monster that I wasn’t prepared for this... this broken, human version of him.And I hated it.Because all I wanted in that moment was to make it go away. To wipe that look from his face and replace it with the cold, intimidating mask I knew. The one that made him easy to hate. Easy to destroy.This version? This one made my chest hurt.I didn’t know how to comfort men. That had never been my role.What I knew was how to undo them; how to unravel them with pleasure or end them with death. Those were the only languages I’d ever been taught.And since killing him wasn’t an option right now, I reached for the other weapon in my arsenal.My bare feet carried me across the rug, avoiding the spreading dark po

"You have to believe me, Pakhan. Come on. You’ve known me over ten years. Ten fucking years of loyalty. I’ve bled for you, taken bullets, buried bodies—whatever you asked. She’s been here... what? Three weeks? A month tops? You really think I’d lie to your face after everything?"He sounded desperate and his voice cracked at the edges. I almost felt sorry for him.Almost.Dominic didn’t answer right away. Instead he turned those dark eyes on me. "What do you have to say for yourself, Raven?"I took a shaky step closer to him. Not too close—I didn’t want to look like I was trying to seduce my way out of this—but close enough that he could see the tears still shining on my cheeks. I made my voice small and cracked, the way people sound when they’re about to break."I’ve never lied to you," I said quietly. "Not once. Everything I’ve told you so far? It checked out, right? The brother, the college, the way I showed up here… all of it was real. I get it if you pick him. You’ve known him fo

Adeline’s POV I woke with my cheek pressed into something cold and wet. For a few seconds, I just lay there, barely awake, listening to the faint sound of water moving somewhere beside me. I slowly opened my eyes and found myself staring at a tangle of reeds. Murky water pooled between them and sunlight was already slipping through the trees above. Where was I? I pushed myself up and a sharp pain tore through my right hand. I caught it against my chest and the memory came back in pieces. The window. The drop. The sickening crack when I landed. I remembered lying there for a second, unable to breathe, before forcing myself up and running. After that, I just kept going until the trees blurred around me and my legs finally gave out. I must have collapsed here. I looked around the swamp again, hardly believing I was still free. I had actually gotten away from that monster. The thought brought such a rush of relief that I nearly laughed. Then I remembered the healer, and the b

"What?" Calix's voice cracked behind me. "Why the hell do you need another healer? I brought you Rufus a few days ago. You said he was good. What happened? Did he quit too? Did he even get a chance to examine her before you decided he wasn't good enough?" Iver stirred impatiently inside me, urging me to silence Calix. He was getting just as tired of the endless questions as I was. Calix moved into my peripheral vision, folding his arms across his bare chest. "Killian, what happened to him?" I turned slowly to look at him. "He’s dead." He stared at me for a long moment before dragging both hands down his face. He closed his eyes and tipped his head back, breathing out slowly through his nose as if he was trying very hard not to say something that would get him killed. "Killian," he said carefully, looking at me again, "tell me you didn’t kill him. Please." "Me?" I scoffed. "No. Of course not. I didn’t kill him. Why would I do that?" "Okay... then how did he die? He was p

Killian's POV The moaning behind the door was beginning to irritate me. Not because I gave a damn what my Beta did in his spare time. He could fuck himself raw for all I cared. His sex life was his business, and I had no interest in any of it. What irritated me was that I'd sent for him ten minutes ago, and he was still in there fucking around instead of standing in front of me.. I exhaled slowly through my nose, then shoved the door open. The scene that greeted me was exactly as disgraceful as I'd expected. Calix was on his knees behind one blonde, while the other knelt behind him with her arms wrapped around his chest, kissing his neck. I stopped dead. For a moment, I simply stared at him. This was my Beta. The man I trusted with my orders, my soldiers, and the decisions that kept my kingdom running when I couldn't be everywhere at once. He was the one I sent when a pack needed putting in its place, when a problem needed handling quietly, when I needed someone to speak fo

I didn't know how long I had been asleep. I had no idea what was happening around me, either. Sometimes I thought I heard voices nearby, but they always seemed too far away for me to make out what they were saying. Other times, I could have sworn I felt gentle hands tending to me, pulling the blankets higher around my body or pressing a cool cloth against my forehead. The touch was always brief, and by the time I tried to focus on it, it was gone, leaving me wondering if I'd imagined it. For what felt like forever, I drifted in that strange, peaceful emptiness. It was warm and quiet, and for once, nothing hurt. I didn't want to leave. I could have stayed there forever, away from everything and everyone. But something pulled me back. I tried to open my eyes, but they wouldn't move. No matter how hard I tried, my eyelids stayed stubbornly shut. A small knot of fear tightened in my stomach. Where was I? Footsteps moved slowly across the floor. They stopped for a few seconds, then

"If you please me, I might even keep you and make you part of my harem. You’d have a warm bed, food from my table, and a roof over your head. That’s better than rotting out here in the dirt with your throat cut, wouldn’t you say?" His words sank in, and something inside me snapped. Before I could think better of it, I spat straight into his face. He went completely still as my spit ran down his cheek. He wiped it away with the back of his hand, then slowly looked at me again. The amusement was gone. His eyes were cold. "You filthy little—" His hand came across my face before he could finish. My head jerked to the side, and for a second, all I could hear was the ringing in my ears. My cheek burned, and when I swallowed, I tasted blood. "Do that again," he growled, "and I’ll snap your fucking neck right here." "Go on, then." My voice came out hoarse, but I forced the words through the pain. "Kill me." He reached down and started undoing his belt. "Oh, I’m going to kill you," he

I watched them turn and run. For a few seconds, I could still see their shapes moving between the trees. Every step they took put more distance between us, and with it, any hope that I'd see them again. A part of me wanted to call out—to beg them not to leave me—but I swallowed the words. If they came back, we'd all get caught. Sam stayed at the back, constantly glancing over her shoulder as if she was trying to memorize where I was. Every time she looked back, it hurt a little more. I didn’t want her to go, but I knew she wasn’t leaving because she wanted to. She was leaving because she had no choice. She looked back one last time, and our eyes met in the dark. I forced a smile, even though it felt like my heart was being ripped from my chest. I needed her to believe I was okay. I needed her to keep running instead of turning back for me. It was the last gift I could give her. A lie. The lie that I’d find a way out of this. That someday, we’d laugh about tonight. That this was